Capo 2nd fret
Standard (EADGBE)
Morning bright rise / Go over your lines
Iron your carefully crafted disguise
We'd all like to sing.
It's easy to sigh; to sprinkle a handful of plausible lies.
Our buildings will rise,
Poke out our own eyes; Publicly smile and privately frown.
A weeping reprise.
Please hear my cries; I'd like to pull just this one building down.
So turn off the sky.
Head in my hands. Night keep me warm. White window-sill.
Blinded by heart.
Cut my hair short."Eyeless in Gaza with the slaves at the mill."